Chapter 515

But if you make tea, in addition to the old man, the young master in front of you, there are also young masters who are good at making tea.

The gentleman's family can't find anyone else to follow.

But that was once.

Knowing that the man in front of him likes to drink tea and that he still has the smell of tea, he has a small determination.

He wants to learn the tea ceremony. He wants to make tea for him.

Even once.

Therefore, in addition to cultivating ancient martial arts day and night, he has a new task.

That is learning the tea ceremony.

He studies very hard and seriously.

Then he finally learned.

When the man first tasted his craft, he smiled and joked: Xiao Si ran, only I dare to try your tea. Now I'm giving you face, you know.

No one knows how nervous he was at that time.

No one knows how much he yearns for that face.

He studied so long just to let the other party taste.

So watching each other drink his tea with his own eyes, his heart almost jumped out.

After that, there is no after.

Because that time, as long as he was often at Jun's house when he had no task, he would make tea for the man in front of him.

Everyone in your family knows that he is a special tea maker for the young master.

But as he grew older, he stayed at Jun's house less and less.

Like today's situation, it hasn't happened for how long.

Less than a year, or more than a year?

Maybe two years.

He has forgotten.

But every time at this time, his heart is always the most secure,

Because the man in front of him still needs him.

Mousran was very happy at this time, but his face was not obvious.

Jun Beichen put the tea cup into mu siran's hand, "another cup, only your tea makes me enjoy it most."

Hearing this, Mu Si ran looked at the empty cup in his hand and quietly went to one side to pour tea.

As for what the man said, he couldn't remember how many times.

But every time he heard this, he still made people's heart beat faster as he heard it for the first time.

Holding the second cup of tea in his hand, Jun Beichen's previous pleasure dissipated.

He had a long memory, and he dared not think of it more and more over the years.

Every time I think back, his temper is always uncertain.

Because I don't want to accept it, because I can't put it down.

In the end, it's just because I don't give up.

He can't remember when he realized such emotion.

When he found out, he couldn't let go.

Jun Beichen suddenly looked up at the young man standing beside him.

"Xiao Si ran, how old are you?"

Mu Si ran didn't respond to the sudden inquiry.

His face was still confused, as if the problem bothered him.

"I don't quite remember."

Twenty? twenty-one? Or twenty-two?

Yes, I don't remember very much. At that time, he was very young and looked up at the man.

Finally, he was brought back to Jun's house by this man.

Jun Beichen smelled the speech and smiled and stretched out his hand at him, "come here."

Mousran obediently squatted down and hung his head.

Warm hands - touch his hair.

"Good boy, you should live well in the future."

The action of Jun Beichen took pity, with unspeakable treasure, and the feeling that was about to hide.

"Click..."

The bathroom door was pushed open from inside.

Jun Beimo changed his clothes and came out of it.

Seeing mu siran's actions with his brother, he was stunned, and then walked towards the door as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, Jun Beichen removed his hand and said to the man in front of him, "go out, I'm sleepy."